“Uhhh…” the officiant froze in place.
All of us froze. We did not understand what had just happened. I looked over at my father, and he seemed as puzzled as I was. I shrugged and then turned my head to Christopher's mother. She was as astonished as the rest of us.
I turned around and also walked down the aisle. I tried to hurry down the long aisle as I held the ends of my dress, trying not to trip over it.
I opened the doors and looked around. There was no sight of him.
“Is he gone?” Roni asked as she came running to the back.
I tried to walk on further as I heard the sound of Roni’s high heels clicking on the ground as she also ran.
“TORI!” I turned around and saw my mother yelling for me
I waved her off and continued to run.
“CHRIS!” I called out, “CHRISTOPHER!”
I knew he wouldn’t have gotten that far. If he was running or walking, he should have still been somewhere. I gave up and stopped running. I bent over as I huffed and puffed in search of oxygen. Roni finally caught up and just stood next to me as she panted.
“I’m sorry…” she sighed as she rubbed my back to soothe me. “He’s still out there.” I whined, “I know he can’t be far.” “Then, what are you going to do when you find him? Carry him to the church? Force him to marry you? What is your plan when you find him?” she questioned me angrily.
I didn’t have a plan. I guess I just wanted to see him one last time. Maybe even ask him a few questions like why he left me or if he wanted to postpone to another time when he could be ready. It felt awkwardly left off.
“Let’s just go back,” Roni said in a softer voice as she grabbed my arm “No…” I cried as I pulled back from her. “Tori, Tori. It is unfortunate that it has happened, but there is no use running after him.” she changed to an angry tone as she tried harder to pull me, but I fought back.
She gave up and just stood next to me as I cried out my heart.
“Do… you know… how…it…feels?” I asked as I sobbed “How what feels?” “How… Mom and Dad… always…come…home…and ask… me when I am…getting married?” I continued to sob.
She shook her head. I wiped away my tears using the back of my hand, which caused all my makeup to smudge on my hand and most definitely on my face. I caught my breath after letting out the last few sobs and got myself together.
“Every day it is, Tori, when are you moving out? Tori, when are you finding a man? Tori, when is the wedding? Every single day!” I practically screamed at her“They were also hard on me” she simply shrugged. “Yeah, well, you eventually got married, and that’s something I always have to hear about.” I continued to cry. “Yeah, but it wasn’t easy, Tori. Dad was also always on my case. Whenever I did something, he always asked, ‘But where is the husband?’ and I would laugh it off because I had no time to argue with him.” she replied.
Our dad was always so crazy about the idea of his two daughters getting married. If he had a way in all this, we would have married us off by the age of 16 and not looked back. Obviously, the whole community and his family would have frowned upon him.
“So, let’s go back and let’s just go home. There is no point in chasing after him. When the time is right, the perfect man will come walking into your life and propose, and you will walk down the aisle, and he will be waiting for you, and he will not run away. Maybe it was not meant to be with Christopher.” she said in a calm tone once again and reached out for my hand.
I took it this time. I stopped fighting her. It was time I headed back and faced reality.
****
We reached my mother, standing there with her eyes puffed up from crying.
“I am so sorry, Tori.” she sighed as she opened her arms wide to hug me and comfort me. “I am really sorry this happened to you. Maybe you will be lucky next time, and the right one will come running to you, and you will fall in love, and we will prepare a beautiful wedding for you.”
She wrapped her arm around my shoulder and turned as we got ready to walk to the church.
“No, Mom, I can’t do this.” I shook my head as I tried my hardest not to walk. “Come on, dear. We just need to tell people that the wedding is off,” she spoke in a soft voice as she tried her hardest to pull me.“Nope, I can’t go in there. Do you know how embarrassing that is?”
She looked at me in shock. My mother was slow to get angry, but at that moment, she looked like she was going to give me a few slaps.
“Fine! I will go in!” Roni yelled, hoping it would at least help the situation.
She dreadfully walked towards the church door and opened it.
“What? I wasn’t going in there again. Everyone was going to stare at me and give me the pity looks.” I explained “Well, something unfortunate happened. You can’t blame them. People will obviously want to know if you’re okay.” she sighed.
Then, Roni came back outside with my father.
“So, the whole thing is over?” he questioned “Yes, the boy disappeared.” I replied, “Now, let’s go home before all of those nosy relatives come outside to pretend to feel sorry for me.”
I grabbed my mother’s hand and pulled her with me to the car park.
“Tori, are you just going to give up?” Dad questioned, sounding a little flabbergasted by the whole thing. “Dad, the whole thing is off. He left. Maybe another one will show up, or maybe not. Let’s just go home.” I sighed as I continued to angrily stomp my feet to the car.
I tried to open the door, but it was locked.
“Dad!” I yelled “Tori, don’t yell at your father!” My mother snapped back.
I peeped over and saw people slowly coming out of the church and heading toward us.
My parents finally reached the car, and we drove off. Past the crowd and the busy town.
“This is just embarrassing…” my father muttered under his breath.“Elijah…” My mother tried to stop him.
He continued to say a bunch of words under his breath as he held onto the steering wheel tighter.
“I mean… how hard was that?” he mumbled“Eli… it’s no one’s fault.” My mother stopped him again“It is hers…” he continued to mumble. “Eli…”“No, no. Let him say it!” I snapped from the backseat while Roni nudged me, trying to silence me.
He was quiet as he continued to drive through the busy streets.
“Dad, say it!” I urged. “You probably drove him away with your antics!” he replied angrily.
We reached home with awkward tension filling the car. Mom and Roni awkwardly sat in their seats, hoping the distance would suddenly shrink. I was not even gobsmacked by what my father had said. I was never his favourite child to begin with. I did not even flinch at what he said compared to my mother, who reached out to him and held his thigh while Roni gasped. Once we reached home, I quickly climbed out of the car and headed straight for my bedroom. I ripped myself out of the wedding dress, kicked off my high heels, pulled out the uncomfortable and sharp pins in my hair and grabbed a wet cloth and wiped away the makeup on my face roughly. “Knock, knock” Roni knocked on the door and then twisted the handle. She had already jumped out of the bridesmaid dress and high heels too, but she still had her hair all tied up and makeup on. “Tori, I am really sorry.” she sighed as she walked up to me.I just kept quiet. I was not crying or upset or anything. I was just quiet. “I am really, r
I stood at their bedroom door, completely astonished at what I had just heard from the other side of the door. The house telephone began to ring again. “Elijah, I thought we agreed that we would not talk about this again.” My mother said, sounding so disappointed and upset with her husband. As I continued to stand there, completely taken aback, their bedroom swung wide open. It was my mother coming out of the bedroom, looking furious and upset. She had tears rolling down her cheeks from anger. “Can you not hear the phone ringing?” she asked me as soon as she saw me standing at the door. She headed straight for the phone and answered it while my father remained in the bedroom, sitting on the bed. “How long have you been standing there?” he hissed at me “Long enough to know I should have been married ages ago, or us suddenly being broke or Mom getting sick once again,” I replied, then walked away. “...No, no. She is not here.” Mom replied to whoever she was talking with on the p
He screamed while staring right at me. And then the naked girl who was on top riding him also screamed her lungs out. I stayed at the window, also screaming from shock, hurt and confusion. “WHAT THE HELL, TORI!” Christopher shouted at me as he tried to yank the naked girl off him. She had nothing to fear. Her whole body was out there in full display. She didn’t care that I had seen her and also seen Chris. “I am coming inside!” I yelled through the other side of the window. I tried to lunge myself using the wall, but in the process, something stabbed my leg. I looked down to find thorns, probably from the flowers, sticking out from my leg. “I am coming inside!” I shouted again through the window, still determined to get through. “What the hell is wrong with you, Tori?” he asked as he tried to wrap the bottom half of his body with the bedsheets. “I am coming inside.” I tried to lunge myself again, but that time, the wall brushed my arm.His little guest in the bed was just lyin
After that weird hug with him, I turned around and saw Roni stomping her feet towards the exit. “Don’t worry, it’s not you. We all just had a hard day.” My dad whispered to this Russo guy. I slowly walked after Roni towards the exit. She seemed so upset about something else other than my mother suddenly being in hospital. “What’s wrong?” I questioned as soon as I reached her. She had a few tears rolling down her cheeks as she stared right at me. She then rested her head on my shoulder and continued to cry. “What’s going on, Roni? Speak to me.” I asked her again as I rubbed her back to soothe her. That day had been a long day of emotions, and so much was going on. Everyone had their fair share of being heartbroken in some way. “I don’t even know why I am crying. And gosh, I got makeup all over your clothes,” she laughed when she finally stepped back and tried to wipe her eyes. I looked over at my clothes and saw a smudge of whatever makeup she had on all over my clothes, and he
“So, we had discussed the brain tumour for a while.” The neurosurgeon started speaking. Roni inhaled sharply and slowly walked out of the room. I decided to follow her. She was by the wall outside the room, inhaling and exhaling sharply as she clutched onto her chest. A nurse came out of nowhere with a wheelchair. Roni sat on it as she continued to wheeze for air. Another nurse came with an oxygen tank, placed the mask on her face and instructed her to breathe. “Do you know if she has any history of respiratory problems?” another nurse asked me. A lot was going on. I was more focused on making sure my sister was going to make it rather than hearing whatever these nurses were saying to me. “Ma’am, do you know if your sister has any respiratory problems?” she asked me again.“No- no. I don’t think so. Not that I know of.” I shook my head, my eyes still focused on Roni, who struggled to breathe. I walked up to her, and she gripped my hand tightly. “Roni, breathe. Everything will be
Irritatedly, I had to leave and go and look for Roni. My father had interrupted my conversation with the Russo guy. My only way of getting to know him better. I raced down the hospital hallways and through the same door Roni exited from earlier. I was back in the parking lot, but a different one from where we parked the cars or maybe a different side of it because it did not look familiar. “Roni!” I called out, “RONI!” I looked from corner to corner and did not see her. I continued to call out her name as I walked from each car, looking for her. I ran without checking my surroundings until I heard a loud honk. I jumped up and turned around, and saw a car right next to me. “WATCH WHERE YOU ARE GOING!” the female driver yelled angrily as she swerved around me to continue driving. I quickly rushed out of the way and found Roni sitting on the benches by the end of the parking lot, overlooking the rest of the city. “Show is over, Roni.” I sighed as I approached her. She turned arou
He began to massage me gently, which made me feel some type of way. I found myself slowly tilting my head back and closing my eyes to get a better feel. “You see, you can trust me,” he said in a low voice. Who was this Russo guy? And what was he doing to me? He took his hand lower and lower, and his hand circled my upper chest before he removed his hand away quickly at the sound of the door opening. He cleared his throat and walked away. I quickly glanced at the door and saw Roni walking in. “Russo, give us privacy.” she hissed the minute her eyes landed on him.He nodded and walked out of the room, and closed the door behind him. “Don’t tell me you were talking to him,” she whispered “Talking to who?” I asked“You know who exactly I am talking about.” She answered in an irritated tone. I ignored her and continued to hold onto Mom’s delicate and fragile hands. “Tori, Russo is a dangerous man.” she continued to whisper“You think I am with him. Just because I was abandoned at m
Russo took the biggest step away from me while my father walked into the house. “Alessandro?” my father asked in shock“Eli.” Alessandro? They shook hands, and then my father turned to look at me. He looked confused or shocked. His facial expression was quite hard to read. “Is Roni here?” he asked.Well, good morning to you, too.“No, I haven’t seen her since I left the hospital yesterday. I think she went back home.” I answeredHe simply nodded and then turned to face the Russo guy, who had apparently been named Alessandro. “What are you doing here?” he asked him.“I came in to check on you. I wanted to know how you were doing,” he answered. “Well, how long have you been here?” My father questioned “Not too long. I think I have been here for, like, what, 5 to 10 minutes. Not too long. I just came and then Tori here offered me a glass of water.” he replied. I just stood there in my skimpy pyjamas, basically naked, watching these two elderly men exchanging in conversation. “To
Bash dropped me off at the junction, claiming he was a little too worried to take me all the way to my door. I rolled my eyes but didn’t argue. Instead, I sighed, grabbed my bag, and hopped out of the car. The early morning sun was already beaming down. As he drove off, I stood there for a moment, watching his car disappear around the corner. Then, with a deep breath, I adjusted my dress and started the rest of the walk home, my mind still lingering on the night before.I kind of felt angry because there was a sudden change in mood. After everything that happened the night before—the way he held me, the way he kissed me—it had all felt so perfect. But now, it was like he had flipped a switch. He barely looked at me when I got out of the car, and he didn’t even give me a small peck on the lips.I tried to brush it off, telling myself he was just in a hurry, but the disappointment still lingered. It felt like I had been pushed aside like I was just another part of his routine. My stoma
“Bash!” she exclaimed, her expression mirroring his shock. Great!I sighed. Being caught by Joey was one thing, but being caught by Katie was something else entirely. The only small relief was that, at least this time, I was not naked.“I thought you were going to yoga,” Bash said, still visibly shocked to find his mother in the dining room.“I am going. I was just about to leave—I forgot my water bottle,” she replied, her eyes narrowing. “Now, what exactly am I seeing here?”I mean, I knew she recognized me, and it was clear she was trying to match us up based on the conversation I overheard the night before."Good morning, Mrs—I mean, Katie," I said, stumbling over my words, nervous about her reaction. "Hey, Vic!" she responded warmly, her arms stretching wide to give me a hug. Her energy was so casual, but I couldn't shake the feeling that there was an underlying tension in the air.I knew I still smelled like sleep and probably had morning breath, but I could not reject her hug.
"Okay..." Joey kept exclaiming in shock as I scrambled to grab the towel from the floor.I quickly wrapped the towel around myself, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. I could not believe that, in just a matter of minutes, both of them had seen me completely naked.“What is going on here?” Joey questioned, her voice full of confusion.“Uhm—” I froze, my mind racing to find an explanation, but my words just wouldn’t come out.I glanced over at Bash, who was standing there, looking just as embarrassed for me as I was for myself. His face had turned a shade of red, and his eyes avoided mine, clearly uncomfortable with the situation unfolding.“I am confused,” Joey said, her voice loud enough to echo through the hallway, completely oblivious to the volume.“Shh!” Bash hissed, his eyes wide with panic. “You are going to wake Mom up, and then this is going to turn into a whole chaotic situation.”“So, Mom does not know about any of this?” Joey asked, her voice still carrying more than it
Did I just...?He continued to thrust, slow and deliberate, maintaining a careful rhythm as if savouring every movement, every sensation between us.My mind was too clouded to fully register just how good it felt, lost in the overwhelming intensity of the moment. But as his movements deepened, pleasure took over, and before I knew it, soft moans and breathless whimpers escaped my lips, completely involuntary yet impossible to hold back. "Shh," he hushed me, his voice low and commanding as he maintained his steady, deliberate rhythm.His grip tightened slightly, his movements never faltering, as if determined to keep control of both himself and me.I lay flat on my back, letting him take control as my body instinctively followed his movements. We fell into a seamless rhythm, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through me, building an intensity that left me breathless.His grip on my hips tightened as he exhaled a low, strained "Damn..." His voice was thick with desire, and the sound
It was a vulnerable moment, one that made my heart race in a way I had never experienced before. The cool air brushed against my skin, making me hyper-aware of everything—his gaze, the way his fingers traced along my thigh, the anticipation pooling in my stomach.I had never been this bare in front of anyone. Not like this. Not in a way that made me feel both exposed and electrified at the same time."It’s barely hairy," he murmured with a smile, his gaze warm.I felt my cheeks heat up instantly. Of all the things he could have said at that moment, that was what he chose. I wasn’t sure whether to laugh, be embarrassed, or kick him for ruining the tension.“You’re ridiculous,” I muttered, covering my face with my hands.He chuckled, his fingers gently pulling my hands away. “I mean it in a good way,” he said, his voice softer now. “You’re beautiful.”I felt heat rise to my cheeks and shifted awkwardly, wanting to divert his attention. So, I cupped his face, pulling him closer as I pres
He immediately released his grip on my panty, his fingers trembling slightly. Without hesitation, he reached for his t-shirt, snatching it up from where it had been discarded. His movements were rushed, almost frantic, as he pulled it over his head, the fabric slipping over his toned body in one swift motion.Did he forget that I was there?I froze on the bed, unsure of what to do next. I wondered if I should go and greet her or if I should pretend I was fast asleep or just wait patiently for Bash to come back. “Who is the girl?” The echoes of Katie’s question bounced off the walls. “Uhm..” Bash responded. I wondered why he was delaying to answer. Wasn’t his mother okay with him having people over? “I thought you weren’t coming back until morning?” Bash asked, his tone casual but clearly trying to dodge his mother’s question.“Yeah, but then my friend suddenly got a headache, so we had to call it a night,” she replied with a hint of annoyance.“Oh.” “Did you have dinner?” she ask
We kissed. Finally.His lips were soft, smooth, and warm against mine—an effortless blend of passion and control. He kissed like a man who had done this before, who knew exactly what he was doing. And I melted into it, savouring every second.Unfortunately, that familiar sour, slightly burning taste of wine crept back into my mouth, but it didn't matter.Bash had the best lips.I hated to admit it, but he kissed better than Russo. Or maybe it was just different—where Russo was rough and passionate, Bash was soft and deliberate, his touch sending slow, teasing shivers down my spine. It wasn’t just a kiss; it was a contrast, a new kind of intoxication.We continued to kiss, deeper and longer, until the world around us blurred into nothing. But then it hit me—among the long list of experiences that made him such a good kisser, Roni was one of them.The thought burned through me like ice, snapping me back to reality.I pulled away suddenly, my chest rising and falling with heavy breaths,
“Hello, Dad,” I answered, trying to steady my voice.“Tori, is everything alright? Do you need me to come get you?” His voice was laced with concern.“No, no, everything’s fine,” I reassured him quickly.He sighed. “Then why send a message instead of calling me?”I stayed silent, my mind scrambling for an excuse—but unlike all the other times, I didn’t have a lie ready.“I’m sorry, Dad,” I sighed.“It’s fine, but you’d better be back tomorrow—midday at the latest. You can’t overstay at someone’s place. What will they think of us?” he started rambling.“Okay, Dad. I’ll be back in the morning,” I assured him.“Goodnight,” he said before hanging up, not even giving me a chance to respond.I put my phone back and walked back to Bash. But by then, Bash was out of the kissing mood. “What’s wrong?” I asked, feeling a pang of worry.“Nothing, nothing,” he replied with a casual shrug, but I wasn’t convinced.He began gathering the dishes, carrying them off to the kitchen, leaving me standing
"I thought I was only visiting," I answered."Oh?" he sighed, his disappointment barely hidden.I could see the hurt in his eyes, but there wasn’t much I could do about it. Staying over wasn’t an option—I’d be in serious trouble with my father."Wait, but I thought yesterday you didn’t want me," I finally asked."Hm?" he replied, his brows slightly furrowing."What did you say?" he asked again, sitting down and looking at me intently."Oh no, it's okay," I replied quickly, hoping to brush it off.I felt his leg gently brush against mine under the table, sending a jolt through me. I jumped slightly, my breath hitching.“What’s wrong?” he asked as he poured himself some more wine“Oh, nothing, nothing.” I answered quickly. I knew I was probably ruining the dinner at that point. The tension in the air felt thick, and I hated that I was overthinking everything, second-guessing each little moment."So, I’m not pouring you some wine?" he asked, still holding the bottle of white wine, a pla